Dirty Sheets and Clean Dreams

They claim to protect the Constitution of the United States. What they really protect is their quasi-fascist ideology, that is, if you don’t agree with them you are the enemy. Civil debate once was encouraged. Now it’s war. Show the children how easy it is to kill. Hey kids watch Uncle shoot up the mall. Doesn’t he look good in his working class, designer camo? Don’t you wanna be like him?

They are armed and they intend to do harm. They find euphoria in intimidation. They find love in their shared hate.

The “working class” is now the trigger for the guns of the rich. Their target is the Constitution and Democracy itself. And they plan to destroy them and all who stand in the way.

Chaos is the only way to salvation.

As Rasputin believed you can only receive redemption after you’ve sinned. So sin and sin big to receive big redemption.

Fascism is around the world. It’s enticing the disenfranchised. It’s given light by government officials and business leaders. It’s America. It’s the dissatisfied baby boomer. It’s the lonely. It’s those who blame.

The warmth of hate. The ease of closing one’s heart.

We live in a hyper-reality where violence is the only option. No talk. No diplomacy. Spill blood.

We have a new Christ. He is strong. He fights. He hates. He’ll kill your sick, your weak, your huddled masses. The New Christ has no time for them, no place for them.

The New Christ doesn’t care. He is righteous and you are wrong.

Make way for The New, Shinny Christ. He’s dressed. He’s blond. He looks like you. He’s got the ammo to take out the non believers.

He feels your pain, he knows you can and he’ll make everything great again from the glittering city on the hill with a thousand points of light.

The New, Shinny, Christ hates the environment. It’s not clean. It’s not controlled. Its destruction now complete -everyone can move back to the factory. The masses will have screens telling them how wonderful they are. Showing pictures of the haves. Showing scenes of the natural beauty of an earth that no longer exists. Porn for every occasion.

If one gets frustrated the gun will be at hand.

Die in a blaze of glory.

Stalin said one death a tragety a million a statistic.

Who are we to argue. The tide has turned and we are choking in a sea of micro plastics.

Ah fuck it, turn on the screen and get high.

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